Enforcer Manual
Chapter 961 - 883: Boys need to learn to protect themselves when they go out_2

Chapter 961: Chapter 883: Boys need to learn to protect themselves when they go out_2

However, adhering to principles of fairness and justice, Song Lan felt there were objective reasons for the Review Meeting’s lack of response to the seventh Neutral Country’s call for help.

When the call for help was sent, the base of the Review Meeting had exploded, and even the Chairperson of the Council had nearly been assassinated.

Before Song Lan could open the internal film from Kolo Film Industry sent by Guan Lili, the middle-aged man steered the conversation towards him. The man approached with a smile and kindly handed him a bottle of mineral water, "Young man, what’s your take on this? I have a son about your age at home, and I’m quite curious about what young people think."

His Detective Physique activated once again.

As the middle-aged man threw the topic at him, he also handed him an opened bottle.

Anti-fraud propaganda from District 17 reminds you to never accept drinks or food from strangers on "outer" public transport, a lesson many have learned through blood and tears.

Those luckier ones would wake up to find something missing from their bodies.

There are also many unlucky souls who never wake up again.

"No need, I have my own,"

Song Lan politely took out the water bottle prepared by Lu Xiang from his backpack, "The Prosthetic Doctor said I can only drink this medicated water for now."

"Prosthetic Doctor? Young man, you look young and should be at the age of peak physical health."

"My liver function isn’t very good."

Song Lan deliberately lowered his voice a bit, "Kidney failure, and some arrhythmia too. The surgery cost in District 17 is too high, my family used connections to arrange a clinic in Neutral Country for me to undergo surgery, that’s why I’m traveling. With the situation so chaotic outside, I sometimes think that maybe dying out there would lessen the burden on my family."

In just a few words, he had made clear his persona to the attentive listeners in the car.

Organ failure, no value for a transplant.

His family didn’t have much money, couldn’t afford the exorbitant surgery fees in District 17.

This self-introduction was very effective; many people in the front seats immediately lost interest in him.

Song Lan worried himself sick over this vehicle safely reaching its destination.

Once out of District 17, there was nothing but endless desert, with only a few transfer stations along the way. As the merchants say, the desert is a natural graveyard; swallow a person, toss them into the sands, and even if the experts from the Abnormal Case Investigation Bureau come by the next day, they won’t find the body.

That’s why Song Lan always tells others that boys need to learn to protect themselves when they’re out and about.

The middle-aged man, upon hearing this, had an awkward smile and, after offering some token words of comfort, he retreated back into the crowd.

Song Lan chose a seat in the last row. He leaned his face against the window, looking at the landscape outside warped by the high temperature. No matter the season, the desert always looked like this.

As a boy traveling alone, he had to think of more things.

For instance, the Death God Crab’s shell was hard and hot on the rear end, which did not serve well as a means of transportation.

So, if possible, it was best not to kill everyone on the bus.

Song Lan had a simple wish.

He hoped everyone on the bus would make it alive to their destinations.

"Not bad, you’re quite sharp,"

As the saying goes, trouble never comes alone. Having barely gotten rid of the chatty middle-aged man, trouble sought him out once again.

The one who struck up a conversation with him was a young man dressed in a hoodie, with the hood up, concealing half of his face.

Wearing a thick hoodie and constantly covering his face with a hood in this sweltering desert was surely no ordinary person.

Song Lan seriously suspected that the young man’s real occupation might be a "genius."

But the annoying part was that this genius friend arrived later than him and headed straight for the seat next to him upon boarding. If he were to get up and change seats now, it would have the opposite effect.

All he could do was pray in his heart, hoping that this genius friend wouldn’t initiate a conversation with him until they got off the bus.

This time, the friends from the upper world failed to respond to his prayers.

"The mineral water he gave you is likely problematic, and casually chatting with them won’t end well."

The genius friend spoke in a low voice, already having figured everything out, "You watch, they’re coordinated: the brawny man in the third row, the woman in the fourth row, and the young man in the sixth row were all prearranged by him."

In situations where everyone is a stranger, it’s hard for one person to heat up the atmosphere, so a few plants in the crowd that agree with you need to be prepared in advance.

As for the hot-button topics that stir the pot, they’re just a conversational ploy.

Once people are working on the same side, ready to ostracize the others, many threats go unnoticed.

"Listen carefully, that man’s accomplices have already found out the identities of most people here."

The bus to Neutral Country was a mix of all sorts, but mostly people looking to make money in Neutral Country. Some, new and less guarded, had already blurted out their family situations.

The genius friend continued his low-voiced insights, "Those who have no money but are young and strong will be sent to do forced labor, business travelers will be kidnapped for ransom from their families, and those without any special skills will be sent to black clinics to have their organs hollowed out."

"Where did you learn all this from?"

"The District 17 Anti-Fraud Campaign Manual. I got one when I was volunteering at the bureau."

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